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At 5 A.M., at Jaffa’s fishing port, Sa’ado Zeinab and Gil Sassover carefully load their boat with long nets. “You look tired. Were you up drinking all night again?” Zeinab teases his friend Sassover, who is more than two decades younger. “Drinking, huh?” replies Sassover. “Actually I went to sea with your son. We left at five in the afternoon and headed for...